Word up man Yeah y'know what I'm sayin' It's straight up and down (Real) Y'know what I'm sayin' Ayo man yo fuck that man what Sick of this shit man Yeah word Yeah Show it up Fuck that yo check this out check this shit out Destruction is only four minutes away As the spits spray from my lips you gonna feel away From the break of day, since one in the morning The night before, I had to [?] to fight the war A sight for sore, Oz and I be risin' Like the sun, I bought a gun you better run I got it yesterday in North Carolina For eight and a quarter, now I'm feelin' out of order I had up to here and I swear I'm bout to pull a Colin Ferguson I'm gonna shoot the nervous one And the brave one I'm misbehaving now today A [?] citizen no longer wants to play It's kinda like that movie Falling Down with Micheal Dougulas I feel his strugglist ill I smuggle this Automatic handgun back to New York Mad easy, and you wonder why the streets are sleezy Well this is the day of reckoning, start beckoning For tomorrow cause I feel no type of sorrow Fuck all the bitches in the host (ya hardcore) Fuck all the hookers in the stunts (ya hardcore) I got an Uzi in my clothes (ya hardcore) I drink 40's and smoke blunts (ya hardcore) H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Word) H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Straight up) Murder murder murder and kill kill kill I'mma bust shots at will so don't stand still Everybody talk about gun smoke and death So fuck it I'mma bust it until no lives are left My most favorite tapes in the world Is 2Pac and Biggie, boss is the girl Can't forget the Geto Boys, they make noise Bone Thugs-n-Harmony I wanna be My Mobb Deep tape I done ran in the ground And Spice 1 get more run than Jim Brown Snoop Dogg and the dog pound make me bark I'm dressed in all black and out after dark I used to get good grades but now I see the light Ain't shit more fun than a gun fight right? I'm going out like I just got fried From the post office, who's the hardest on the surface Ain't gonna matter cause the brave turn to weak As soon as this gun start, the elite will hear me speak Fuck all the bitches in the host (ya hardcore) Fuck all the hookers in the stunts (ya hardcore) I got an Uzi in my clothes (ya hardcore) I drink 40's and smoke blunts (ya hardcore) H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E I'm on my way to Albee Square Mall without biz And I'mma let the world know what time it is Feel so good to be real now, that's word Now I'mma bout to do mad shit you ain't heard A scene, except maybe on a movie screen It's time to spray more heads than Afro Sheen It's all about the green, gunshots and cars Fat blunts and bitches that work in strip bars Polo and Hillfiger don't make your ass fly Same thing that make a nigga laugh and make em cry The way my brain think now is murder for life I run with kids who bids and act trife I got some catchin' up to do So lemme get two hundred dimebags and three lighters too Dressed in all camo my left pocket's the ammo For whoever should wanna get clever, now run the lever No more Mr. Nice Guy fuck faith and hope Them dumb bitches cause now I'm at the end of my rope I just watched Scarface for the sixth time Laughin' bout that bullshit way I used to rhyme about "Keep your eyes on the prize" Fuck that Keep your eyes on your money, your hand on your gat I been reprogrammed and that's how I feel I just walked into the mall now it's time to prove them real